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l’Otts of Blooms
In my house, the Easter Bunny was a feisty fellow. He would hide our beloved holiday baskets and never in the same spot. Each year, my brother and I would go hunting, which would often include searches of nearly every… Continue reading
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And The Winner Is…
As an 80s kid, I am unapologetically nostalgic for an era defined by shoulder pads, rubber bracelets, and neon sweatshirts. It was a time when big hair and leg warmers were fashion staples, and iconic movie quotes like “these aren’t… Continue reading
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Tailor Made
On countless Sunday mornings, my husband Tim and I have enjoyed eating breakfast together on Schwenksville’s high street. We could easily walk there, but most often we drive the short distance, parking on the bumpy, stone lot that is… Continue reading
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Grampy Had A Sweet Tooth
I fondly recall my grandfather’s love of salt water taffy. On nearly every visit to him as a kid, it seemed he always had in arm’s reach, a decent sized bowl containing the individually wrapped pieces of sticky goo. How… Continue reading
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